The feeling of suffocation was like drowning, Chiang Qing desperately pried Shen Rong's hand, coughing violently. If Shen Rong were a few years younger, she would have been lifted up by him.
Tears seeped out from Chiang Qing's eyes as she slapped Shen Rong's hand.
Was she going to die right now?
She was unwilling!
Shen Rong's eyes were red with anger, wanting to strangle this woman, but suddenly his chest ached, and his hand loosened.
"Old... don't!" Chiang Qing screamed.
Bi Xiaojin pushed Shen Rong onto the bed, reaching out to her: "Come on, let's go!"
"You're crazy!" Chiang Qing glared angrily at Bi Xiaojin, then looked at Shen Rong who had fallen onto the bed, clutching his chest with a face full of pain. She was startled: "Old Master?"
Shen Rong gasped heavily, his eyes rolling.
"You must leave now!" Chiang Qing glared at Bi Xiaojin.
Bi Xiaojin looked at the two of them in a daze.
"Quickly!"
Bi Xiaojin ran out.
